“Why did you decide to do this, Eve?”

I felt Mr. Anderson run his hand over my bottom and gently squeeze. I let out a little moan and slid a little closer to him in that king-size bed. At that moment I realized I’d passed by his bedroom hundreds of times but never gone in until now.

“Does there have to be a reason?” I said coyly.

“No ... it’s just I...”

It was fun to watch him stutter and stammer a bit. He always came across so confident and self-assured ... But not now.

“I guess I’ve thought about this for a while ... about ... you know ... being with you,” he said.

I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair. “For how long?”

“The past sixteen years.”

I giggled. “Really, that long?”

“No, maybe the last three or four ... since you got these...”

His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little involuntary moan.

We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different from being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore outside his Malibu beach house and it was an interesting juxtaposition to the nervous turmoil I was feeling inside. Then his voice broke me out of my deep reflection and brought me back to the now.

“When will Liz get home?” he asked.

“She’s your daughter, you should know.”

“Hey, now, she’s your best friend, you know her schedule better than I do.”

“She’s golfing today and won’t be home until around two, so we have plenty of time.”

A sly, little grin broke across his face. “Just exactly what do we have plenty of time for?”

I moved my hand from his chest down to his cock and felt it harden in my hand.

“Maybe we can find something fun to do while she’s on the links.”

He leaned in and kissed me, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths in white-hot abandon. He had such a nice big cock and I wanted more of it. His eyes closed while I stroked him in my hand, producing a nice thick erection.

“It feels like you’re ready for another go.” I could feel his pre-cum drip onto my fingers.

“Oh, God, yes ... I want you ... I want to be inside you again.”

I slid up his body and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. My mouth met his again and I pushed my large breasts into his chest. I wanted to use every inch of my body to turn him on. I wanted him to remember this ... remember me ... for the rest of his life.

“Tell me you want me,” I purred lustfully.

“I want you ... I want you so bad,” he moaned into my mouth.

“Can you feel my wet pussy on your stomach? That’s what your big cock does to me ... it gets me hot and wet.”